After all, she's a girl?

In the afternoon, I trained with Paul.

Since there were no wooden swords suited to my size, it was mostly focused on physical conditioning.

For example, running, push-ups, sit-ups, and so on.

Paul seemed to intend "getting the body moving first, no matter what" to be the main plan for training me.

When he went to work and couldn't instruct me, he still ordered that basic stamina training had to be done every day without fail.

I could understand Paul's expectations for his son as a father, but a three-year-old child who overtrained every day would end up not growing tall.

So I modified Paul's training plan and made those exercises more reasonable.

Of course, I could only use my own plan when Paul wasn't around.

One night, while I was trying to develop magic, I immediately heard creaking, groaning, and moaning sounds coming from the room next door.

"They really have a lot of energy..."

It wasn't as if I couldn't understand. After all, my parents were only in their twenties, right at the age when they were full of energy, and this world didn't seem to have anything like contraception.

Looking at it that way, my little brother or sister would probably be born before long.

I had never been able to see Paul and Zenith as my true parents deep down, and it was probably because they acted like this.

In my previous life, I came from a single-parent family, enjoying my mother's gentleness every day.

In this life, my family was very kind too, but it was hard for me to see them as elders...

Hmm...

I didn't want to hear those kinds of sounds today.

Mainly because we had a guest at home. I hadn't expected Zenith and Paul to still be so bold.

Forget it. I'd make use of my identity as a three-year-old child for once.

I'd push open the door and innocently ask, "Daddy, Mommy, what are you doing?"

That alone would be enough. They would definitely stop.

After all, if I could hear it, Roxy probably could too. She only looked to be in her early teens, so it was better for her to hear less of that kind of thing.

But when I pushed open my door and crept quietly toward Paul's battlefield, I discovered that a guest was already present at the doorway.

The blue-haired girl was sitting in the dim hallway, peering into the bedroom through the crack in the door.

Her face was flushed, and she was holding back her somewhat rapid breathing, yet her gaze remained fixed on the inside of the room.

The hand hidden beneath her robe was making a certain kind of movement that invited all sorts of improper thoughts.

My mouth fell open. This was a scene I never could have imagined no matter what.

Just as I was about to pretend nothing had happened and turn back to my room, my eyes met Roxy's.

She stared at me with wide eyes, and I stared back at her.

No... At this point, I could just pretend I was sleepwalking.

I closed my eyes, turned my whole body back around, and walked back to my room.

Good grief... Roxy was also a girl right in the middle of adolescence. Although I rarely fantasized about matters between men and women, I had still been somewhat interested in those things during my naive middle school years in my previous life.

Hmm... So I'd just pretend I hadn't seen anything. Tomorrow, I'd interact with Roxy as usual.

I was sure she wouldn't bring up what had happened either.

"Uh, Rudy..."

"Don't worry. No matter what, Teacher is still my teacher."

"Mm..."

The next morning, before Roxy began teaching, she seemed as if she wanted to explain something, but really, it would be better if you pretended nothing had happened.

Although she blushed slightly when she first saw me, once she saw that I didn't ask anything afterward, she began teaching seriously.

This was fine. After all, if she asked me about it, I would have to play dumb.

Roxy was a very good teacher.

She didn't cling rigidly to a teaching plan.

Instead, she matched my level of understanding and gradually raised the content of the lessons.

She had a strong ability to adapt to her student. She prepared teaching books and made questions from them; if I could answer, she continued on to the next step.

In this way, I learned something new from her lessons every day, and the world grew broader and broader in my heart.